Chicago P.D.

- Seven years ago today, lonnie.

Today.

Seven years!

He would have been 15!

But you murdered that boy.

- I'm getting a restraining order!

- I'm gonna give you a reason

To need one one day-- you and your sick-ass son!

- Oh, for god's sake. You're following us now?

- You having fun, lonnie? Huh?

Life's good, isn't it?

You're not supposed to be

Within 100 feet of my family. - Don't touch me.

- No, no, no. You need to get--

Ugh! Ohh...

You all know what he did.

You make me sick.

- And so this brother comes across the yard.

He's all skeezed out on crystal or something.

And he says, he says, "chicken pot pie."

Like I'm supposed to know what that is, right?

So my boy looks at him,

Points back at the block and he says,

"that way."

Did not matter what this cat was on.

He just doubles back to where he came from lickety-split,

You know what I'm saying?

- Hey, j, listen, I got some news.

Um...

I had to pull some strings, but I got you in at the cta.

That's where city workers send their loser relatives.

It's a job.

- You know you sound more and more like him every day, right?

You start Monday.

Okay, pop, sure.

- Excuse me, I gotta take this.

Hello?

- Strange how things worked out, huh?

How's that?

- When we took you in, you were the problem.

And now you're the golden girl,

And I'm the prodigal son.

Well, here we are, justin.

And now you have a second chance,

So don't piss on it.

We gotta roll.

I'm sorry, kid.

- House belongs to a dean masters.

His file was red-flagged to notify intelligence,

But he must have been before my time.

Oh, yeah, him.

That robbery at the art institute last year.

We liked him as the fence.

- The neighbors heard a woman scream.

We knocked, he yelled out that he had a gun

And to leave him alone.

- Masters, this is sergeant voight with the chicago police.

Open up, make this easy on all of us.

- Drop it! - I told 'em I would kill her!

Drop it, masters!

- We're here to help. - Let her go.

- All we're trying to do is have a good time.

Isn't that right, huh?

- Drop your weapon! Hands in the air!

- Easy, easy. Everybody take a breath.

- She set me up. She's trying to get me killed.

- Fine, you're right. We can handle that.

I got info.

I got info on a deal that's going down,

And that's why she's setting me up.

- I don't know what he-- what he's talking about.

I swear to god.

- All right, we will help you.

We will help you, but you've gotta let her go first.

You don't need her.

Come on, give her to me. Come on.

Give her to me.

I'm dead anyway.

No!

It's okay, it's okay.

"they're coming back for me.

They're tying up loose ends."

- We need to get her checked out.

Okay.

I want a uniform with her at all times.

And as soon as she's medically cleared,

I want her back at the barn.

You got it.

- My sister and her partner went through this.

Guy blew his brains out in front of them

On a routine call.

Gabby was fine, but it hit shay pretty hard.

Don't be afraid to talk to somebody, anybody.

Me-- if it sneaks up on you.

- Thanks. - Yeah, appreciate it.

Aunt peg's here,

And mom and her are trying to play cards.

- All right, ten more minutes.

- Well, according to the agreement you signed with her,

Let me see that.

I don't remember signing anything.

You know, your mother and I got it all worked out.

There's no need for you to place peacemaker.

- If you want to get away from her so bad,

Why don't you just get an apartment?

- I don't live in the garage to be away from your mother.

I live here to be close to you.

Dad, that's sweet.

Yeah. Sweet.

Father/daughter dance tomorrow.

Got my suit picked out.

You wanna go?

of course!

- Yeah, I'm gonna put you on hold.

Burgess, atwater. - Hmm?

- A lady over on west vernon park

Has been letting stuff pile up in her backyard,

And the buttinski neighbors called the sheriff, apparently,

Gave her 30 days to clean it up.

And I guess the old lady hasn't done anything,

So head over there,

And if she hasn't made any progress, lock her ass up.

- Lock her up for being a slob?

- You know, when you're queen for a day, burgess,

You can keep all the happy laws

And get rid of all the mean ones,

But until then move your buns, okay?

- We'll bring something back for you, sarge.

Maybe she's got an old box of personality

Laying around there for you. - Ho ho ho oh.

- Olinsky, your daughter's school's on line four.

- Dean masters was a hotshot artist in his 20s.

Work dried up, picked up a drug habit.

He's suspected of not only being a fence

But also forging paintings.

- What was that thing intelligence had him on?

- Stolen klimt. Never resurfaced.

- What the hell is a klimt?

- An artist. - Named klimt?

- Yeah. - That's a funny name, right?

Or am I alone on this?

Klimt. Say it out loud.

It's kinda funny, yeah.

- So this whole "they're gonna kill me" thing

That masters was going on about

Was either about the stolen painting or something else.

- Or he was just tripping and talking nonsense.

I mean, did you see his pupils? He was gakked out of his mind.

Took his own life rather than face something heavy-duty.

We pursue the case.

She'll take care of you.

- Lindsay, will you take this?

How you feeling?

Like hell.

Yeah.

- Hey. - Let's get a cup of coffee.

- I gotta run to lexi's school in a bit.

- Everything all right? - Yeah, it's fine.

Okay, cool.

- I guess I should thank you for last night.

- Well, he chose his head instead of yours.

We all got lucky.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

How well did you know dean masters?

I just met him last night.

It was only the third time I've ever...Done that.

I'm a licensed esthetician.

I worked at a salon up till about a week ago.

I wasn't making rent.

- Maybe this is a sign that that life's not for you, huh?

Yeah.

- Do you know why dean thought

You were trying to set him up?

I don't know.

I swear to god, I got there,

And--and he was pissed

Because I wasn't the girl he asked for and--

Who was he expecting?

Nadia.

Ma'am?

- Hello. - I'm officer burgess.

This is officer atwater.

Hello.

- Ms. Evans, you've exceeded the 30 days--

- I'm trying. I'm sorry.

I'm trying, but I just can't seem to...

Get started.

- We're gonna have to place you under arrest, ma'am.

If you could turn around for me.

Oh, my god.

- I just--I need to talk to my partner.

Real quick, ma'am.

Uh-uh, mm-mm. I'm not locking this lady up.

You wanna talk about some bad karma?

- Well, I'd rather piss her off than platt, feel me?

Wait.

Ma'am, would you do me a favor?

Would you grab that coffee can behind you?

That one. There you go.